This Rough Magic…

My grandmother always said that it was a waste of one’s time to read fiction, and she had a point. I do think that sometimes fiction serves a good purpose, however, for instance, in the case of science fiction, because part of the creative process of our people is to imagine a thing first, and then do it. When one looks at early science fiction tales, one can see that many of the imagined advances in them have been achieved.

I have had the pleasure of handling this ancient Greek red-figured kylix by Exekias with one of the origin myths of dolphins in the tondo. In this tale, hapless pirates captured the young demi-god Dionysos, not realizing who he was. He turned their ship’s mast into a grape- laden vine and them into frolicking dolphins. Ancient lore in general has it that dolphins once were men who returned to the sea.

At any rate, as things stand now, reading fiction is preferable to watching what purports to be real on television, such as the fake news that is presented as real news there. If nothing else, stories are a way to relax when we are too tired to do much else. Right now, I have a raging fever, but even though I cannot take it in properly, I am listening to a story by Mary Stewart, called This Rough Magic. In it, the heroine is thrown over the deck of a ship at night by a smuggler and tries to make it ashore, but it is too far for her to swim. Just before she is about to drown, a dolphin she had helped to restore to the water when he was beached, comes and helps her to shore.

Dolphins have been known in both modern and ancient times to rescue people from sharks, save them from drowning, and even guide the boats of lost sailors to shore.

Fairy tales are full of stories in which a kind person helps an animal in trouble and later has the favor returned, but most of us, including me, I must admit, never took them seriously at first glance. The average modern specimen of reader would think of this story of Mary Stewart as entirely made up and fanciful, based upon nothing but an overactive imagination, and automatically believe that nothing like it could ever happen in real life… that an animal who was grateful for help would not actually save a human from drowning, but this is not so. Ravens who appreciate being fed have been known to leave their benefactors presents. Many people, historically, have been saved by dolphins, or other sea creatures in one way or another, even sometimes as indirectly as when a navigator sees a particular type of bird that tells him land is near, but I happen to know from personal experience that animals will help humans at times.

The wild beach where I was rescued from a dangerous current by a giant green sea turtle.

Before we had quite so many disasters here in Hawai`i, I used to swim in a lovely little lagoon just outside of Hilo, one with black stone volcanic islands in it, a freshwater spring, white sand, and many turtles. There are some very bad currents to one side of the cove at times and there is deeper water there, and sometimes the sharks come through. Once, a large tiger shark bumped me while trying to get at a baby turtle there who was swimming next to me. He later got the turtle, which was saved, and airlifted to Oahu and put together again, albeit with giant scars and an antenna added so that he could be tracked and cared for. Ever since then, the swimmers who frequent the beach have called the turtle, “Radar”.

A green sea turtle coming up for air.

Often, the “local”, and by this I mean local Asiatic children, who typically have a very low regard for animals as part of their cultural norms, would harass the sea turtles, who needed to get out of the water once in a while and sun themselves on the rocks, and liked to be left alone to do so. These children would attempt to turn the turtles over or poke at them, causing them great distress. Their parents, of course, did nothing to stop them, so I often was left with the task of telling them to leave the turtles alone in such a way that I did not “offend” anyone. The turtles could easily have bitten the hands off of these rude, abusive kids, but the fact that they do not shows just how polite and gentle they are.

Turtles in Hawai`i can escape tiger sharks by turning their backs so that the shark is faced with their shell rather than their soft underbellies. Unfortunately, in the case of “Radar” the baby turtle, he was too small and the tiger shark was too large, but fortunately his shell was repairable and he fully recovered, with scars on his back, but healthy.

In the most memorable incident involving the turtles needing to be protected, I encountered a particularly subhuman local felon, who was an adult, at least in terms of biological age, attempting to torture one of the turtles with a fish hook. I told him to stop it immediately and asked him if he did not have a job to go to. He said working was “for white people” and told me he had a gun and threatened to shoot me, then started torturing a small live fish instead, throwing it against the concrete jetty repeatedly.

This Odinist taxonomy lesson, with captions like, “which one of these does not belong here”?, was liked many hundreds of times, yet every instance of it was removed by Zionbook.

I asked the life guard, who was a male, if not exactly a man, to call the police, but he refused to because he was afraid of the felon. He would have called to airlift an injured turtle perhaps, had the felon not been there, but a White woman being threatened is apparently not as serious as an injured turtle. After facing down the scum until he left the animals alone, I went back to the lifeguard and demanded he call the police again until he did. In order to make him call, I had to threaten to report him to his employers. At this point another disgusting liberal White cuck-man, who was at least 50 years of age, started to try to dissuade me from calling the police on the felon who was threatening me because it might make him go back to jail.

Drawn with average facial angle measurements by race and species, this diagram demonstrates the similarities and differences between the profiles of an African, White European, and an orangutan. White Europeans have a facial angle of 80, orangutans 58, while unmixed Blacks are halfway in between, with a facial angle of less than 70. By Samuel Morten

When the Asian policeman came, this particular cuck-man pretended to be the turtle-torturing creep to protect him. When I pointed out to the policeman that he was interviewing the wrong guy, he interviewed the right one, but did nothing about the deceit. The felon, when finally confronted with his disgusting behavior, then said that it was not him who had tortured the animals, but his kids, who actually were so small they could not really walk. Threatening me was not even considered an issue. The response of the Asian White- hating policeman was to warn me that I should “stay away from those people” because “they were dangerous”. Sadly, that is a fairly typical response from the nepotistic scum and White cucks here, but at least I managed to save the turtle before it was truly injured, and apparently it and the other turtles remembered.

This is me holding the horn in the ocean just before our ritual to honor Njord, during our Hyperborean-Hebridean Odinist New-Years ceremony. This is the cliff the turtles now come and steady me at with their bodies and flippers on the lower rocks when I try to crawl up it out of the water.

Ever since the incident in which I helped the turtle get away from the felon, I noticed that whenever I tried to get out of the water in a difficult place where I had to crawl up a bank, the turtles would come and steady me and help me. It was the oddest thing, but clearly that is what they were doing. Then it got even stranger.

One day, I got into the bad current at the deep side of the beach and was trying to swim back, but I could not. I tried for a very long time, about 45 minutes, and I could make no headway at all, and was tiring. Suddenly, the largest sea turtle I have ever seen, quite a bit larger than me, came and rose up underneath me. He actually pushed me entirely out of the water as he rose so I was on his back. I reached out and took hold of the front of his shell and he swam forward and pulled me right out of the current into the calm water and them sank down so I could swim to shore.

As Odinists, we hear the call of Nature, and see ourselves as fully a part of its beauty and complexity, not alienated from it.

The world is ever so much more wonderful a place than (((those who arrange the programming))) for the sheeple who are glued to the cynical talmud-vision that trains us to be disheartened would have us believe. The Earth can and will be what we make it, more than we can even imagine yet perhaps… not their soul-less nightmare troll version, but only if those who were meant to lead are willing to take our proper role.

There is spirit, intelligence, and yes, magic, in Nature, real magic, the sort of magic one can learn from. This is our world, our environment, and we do not have to live as drone like slaves of the Jews if we are willing to protect ourselves and our planet, and see things as they truly are. Reality can be a sort of rough magic, especially for snowflakes, but nothing fake has any true value, only that which is real is meaningful.

Beasts were never meant to be in charge of the world, only real men and women can care for the earth, its creatures, and each other.

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The theme of Gods and Beasts may, incidentally, be one of the only things the CI crowd is actually correct on. As for those who are anti-Nature, they simply do not belong in this universe. They don’t have a role at all. I guess I had better get back out on the ranch and meditate on eugenics.